Sometimes I wish I was the dick I was back in HS. I'm shopping in Stop and Shop about an hour ago and I am looking at something in one of the aisles. A father is picking out something and his daughter is on the other end, holding a back of chips. She's trying to get his attention with yelling, just shaking the back hoping he'll notice. Just then I hear "Ya, so I said what the fuck, yo, that's bull shit, I hate that bitch." I turn around and there's some 20-something jackass on his cell phone. The girl, puts the bag back and runs over to her father. The father is just shaking his head. And that's where it ends.
Had this been 25 years ago (although the guy probably wouldn't have been on a cell phone in the late 80's), that guy would have had that cell phone against his ear, but it would be because I'd be smashing it against his head. What happened to people? And why do I always run into these people?
Had this been 25 years ago (although the guy probably wouldn't have been on a cell phone in the late 80's), that guy would have had that cell phone against his ear, but it would be because I'd be smashing it against his head. What happened to people? And why do I always run into these people?
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